All the eyes are tearing, all the grim faced puppets dance
Every wound from hate is bleeding
All the deathbound puppets dance
The second whisper was a lonely one, her voice trembling and lost
Their amusing of the light fading away
Their strings are pulled and on stage they start to play
I will never be a puppet, I shall ever bear my sword
To grimly slash and murder, they who cut the cords
Fall into us, weep for us, laugh at us, but see no hesitation in our eyes
Dwell with us, beg for us, point at us, but pay no attention to our eyes
They are for lovers only, never in disguise
So dark shades are left standing, weeping, forlorn for solemn grace
Where love never found the laughter, but two souls still dwell with Love's embrace
Their eyes still stand there tearing, all the grim faced puppets dance
Two hands lingering in their own touch
And all worlds end...
